Webbz

Webbz - Pre-Rollin lyrics

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Ft. Prez P

(Hook x2)

This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine

Nigga, we ain't even want it

We gotta get high and I'm upon this

So fuck what they sayn, my nigga, keep it rollin'

Just keep it rollin'

(Verse: Webbz)

Cuz I rise up, I twist one, that THC in my system

Smokin' session, just missed one, gang of flavors, just pick one

32 liter, just mix one, smokin' big, no nyx, hun

Got a problem, it's a fix sum', pass around till that shit done

And off Miami, smoke in California, crack the roof if the crackers on ya

Dawg said I reek like the pack was on ya, bout my cheese like the pack was on ya

28's of that Amsterdam, you can keep yo lil half a gram

My diss and ? is like half a plan, that reggie shit is like a hazzard fam

Yeah, blow it outta my lungs, got music, family and funds

To the crib it's lookin' like runs

Need the four door, then next, the coupe

Fam plot that we execute, from the earth soil so he bless the root

Smellin' like I stood next to Snoop

Throwin' loud in my grinder, layed up on the vagina

Stuck in anotha country, mary jane I'm a fond of

Throwin' loud in my grinder, layed up on the vagina

Stuck in anotha country, mary jane I'm a fond of

Yeah!

(Hook x2)

This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine

Nigga, we ain't even want it

We gotta get high and I'm upon this

So fuck what they sayn, my nigga, keep it rollin'

Just keep it rollin'

(Verse 2: Prez P)

Huh, bands cuttin' thru the turnpipe like a knife

Been on this road from day to night, but it's a hype

Cut the tree down the perfect height

Light and get light, me and Webbz higher than planes

Them lames still low as kites

Seen niggas like us that lead em fools, it's only right

Miami shit what bitches like

This Miami, mommy, you won't be the first or the last

It's a lifestyle, couple packs and just payed it cash

I'm stickin' to the script, it's the paper that I'm readin'

I laughed, cuz back in class they say math everything but I ain't believe it

Niggas be full o' pride, for they family don't provide

Hoes be all conceded, they don't even call ya when you need it

I blast, pass all that

OG grams, get jammed and crammed way back when rap was in past

We runnin' laps, neva sweatin' em cats

Scratch all that crap that they yap

It's paper the stat, niggas gon' fuck pages, they lookin' back

Back

(Hook x2)

This is a warning, if that weed ain't fine

Nigga, we ain't even want it

We gotta get high and I'm upon this

So fuck what they sayn, my nigga, keep it rollin'

Just keep it rollin'

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